El segundo planeta estaba habitado por un vanidoso:

—¡Ah! ¡Ah! ¡Un admirador viene a visitarme! —Gritó el vanidoso al divisar a lo lejos al principito.

Para los vanidosos todos los demás hombres son admiradores.

—¡Buenos días! —dijo el principito—. ¡Qué sombrero tan raro tiene!

—Es para saludar a los que me aclaman —respondió el vanidoso. Desgraciadamente nunca pasa nadie por aquí.

—¿Ah, sí? —preguntó sin comprender el principito.

—Golpea tus manos una contra otra —le aconsejó el vanidoso.

El principito aplaudió y el vanidoso le saludó modestamente levantando el sombrero.

"Esto parece más divertido que la visita al rey", se dijo para sí el principito, que continuó aplaudiendo mientras el vanidoso volvía a saludarle quitándose el sombrero.

A los cinco minutos el principito se cansó con la monotonía de aquel juego.

—¿Qué hay que hacer para que el sombrero se caiga? —preguntó el principito.

Pero el vanidoso no le oyó. Los vanidosos sólo oyen las alabanzas.

—¿Tú me admiras mucho, verdad? —preguntó el vanidoso al principito.

—¿Qué significa admirar?

—Admirar significa reconocer que yo soy el hombre más bello, el mejor vestido, el más rico y el más inteligente del planeta.

—¡Si tú estás solo en tu planeta!

—¡Hazme ese favor, admírame de todas maneras!

—¡Bueno! Te admiro —dijo el principito encogiéndose de hombros—, pero ¿para qué te sirve?

Y el principito se marchó.

"Decididamente, las personas mayores son muy extrañas", se decía para sí el principito durante su viaje.

The second planet was inhabited by a conceited man.

"Ah! Ah! I am about to receive a visit from an admirer!" he exclaimed from afar, when he first saw the little prince coming.

For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.

"Good morning," said the little prince. "That is a queer hat you are wearing."

"It is a hat for salutes," the conceited man replied. "It is to raise in salute when people acclaim me. Unfortunately, nobody at all ever passes this way."

"Yes?" said the little prince, who did not understand what the conceited man was talking about.

"Clap your hands, one against the other," the conceited man now directed him.

The little prince clapped his hands. The conceited man raised his hat in a modest salute.

"This is more entertaining than the visit to the king," the little prince said to himself. And he began again to clap his hands, one against the other. The conceited man again raised his hat in salute.

After five minutes of this exercise the little prince grew tired of the game's monotony.

"And what should one do to make the hat come down?" he asked.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

"Do you really admire me very much?" he demanded of the little prince.

"What does that mean--'admire'?"

"To admire means that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed, the richest, and the most intelligent man on this planet."

"But you are the only man on your planet!"

"Do me this kindness. Admire me just the same."

"I admire you," said the little prince, shrugging his shoulders slightly, "but what is there in that to interest you so much?"

And the little prince went away.

"The grown-ups are certainly very odd," he said to himself, as he continued on his journey.